Mia has been celibate since the night she and Draco talked about Scarlet.
It's starting to take its toll.
Particularly now that Draco has taken her on this whirlwind trip to Persia. And on her birthday, no less! Practically since the clock struck midnight, she's been showered with exotic luxuries. Elegant, soft shawls; glistening, lovely jewelry (not that she really needs more); and sweet, alluring perfumes, among other treasures were given to her. Some worried, paranoid part of her wondered if this was a bribe to finally crumble.
But the thing is, that wasn't what was working.
Draco was capturing her with his movements, his looks, his voice, his.....everything.
At one point of the trip, they have to go camping. In a fortunately secluded place.
"Good, the coast is clear," is all the warning he gets from his wife before she's swung her leg over his lap, distracting him with the most passionate kiss she's given him in what feels like ages while her hands fumble with his trousers.
It's starting to take its toll.
Particularly now that Draco has taken her on this whirlwind trip to Persia. And on her birthday, no less! Practically since the clock struck midnight, she's been showered with exotic luxuries. Elegant, soft shawls; glistening, lovely jewelry (not that she really needs more); and sweet, alluring perfumes, among other treasures were given to her. Some worried, paranoid part of her wondered if this was a bribe to finally crumble.
But the thing is, that wasn't what was working.
Draco was capturing her with his movements, his looks, his voice, his.....everything.
At one point of the trip, they have to go camping. In a fortunately secluded place.
"Good, the coast is clear," is all the warning he gets from his wife before she's swung her leg over his lap, distracting him with the most passionate kiss she's given him in what feels like ages while her hands fumble with his trousers.